Page 88 of Born in Depravity

The memories of if didn’t feel real to me.

It felt like it was someone else’s memory I was remembering, but how could that be?

Mikhail removed the towel and climbed under the covers with me. He wrapped his arms around me.

I drifted.

I wasn’t exactly asleep when I heard the door open. Mikhail didn’t react, which meant either Damien or Nikolay had entered. It was confirmed to me moments later when Damien asked, “Is she asleep?”

I felt Mikhail nod before he said, “You should go shower. You look like death.”

I could almost imagine the smirk gracing Damien’s cruel lips when he replied, “You should see the other guy.”

“Dead?” Mikhail asked.

“No, but he’s begging for it.”

Did it make me a bad person to not feel sorry for the man? That there was lightness in my chest at Damien’s words … almost satisfaction? It made me want to reevaluate everything I’d come to think of myself.

Mikhail made an approving noise in his throat that vibrated against my cheek. “Good. My turn.”

Damien laughed softly. “Have fun.”

“I’ll leave once you shower. You can stay with her.”

The silence that followed settled heavily in the air between us. I resisted the urge to squirm and gave away the fact that I wasn’t fully asleep.

“Is it like that, now?” Damien asked.

Like what?

“Are you really surprised?” came Mikhail’s light response.

Damien laughed. The sound wasn’t … all that bad.

“This complicates everything,” Damien said once he got himself under control.

“Since when did we turn away from complications?” I felt Mikhail run his rough finger on the side of my face. I held still.

Damien made a noise in the back of his throat before I heard him walk away. The bathroom door opened, and moments later, the shower turned on.

Mikhail stayed where he was the entire time, and I worked hard to make my breathing sound even. When the bathroom door opened a second time, I felt Mikhail pull away from me. I almost grabbed onto his arms, not wanting him to leave, but it wasn’t long when the spot he vacated was taken by another strong body.

He wasn’t as gentle as Mikhail when he pulled me into his body, but there was something addictive about him that I couldn’t get enough of.

All I wanted to do was snuggle closer to him, but I didn’t want to give myself away.

And even though he was my captor … he protected me.

There was no logic in what I was feeling for these two men. No logic at all, but I didn’t want to turn away from them.

I wanted to keep them close.

And closer still.

And closer …

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